Our hero is from the floor to the ceiling and he can fly.  His name is Tall.  He can do everything.  One day Tall had breakfast.  Actually, everyday Tall has breakfast.  That’s how he gets so tall!  He eats lunch, he eats dinner.  He eats a hundred stuff for lunch, a hundred stuff for dinner and a hundred stuff for breakfast.

One day Tall wanted eggs over easy for breakfast, but only had eighty-three eggs.  So, even though he was still wearing his pajamas, he flew to the food co-op and bought the seventeen more eggs that he needed.  But when he was flying home with his eggs, a goose flew into his pajamas and startled him so he dropped the seventeen eggs.  Luckily, his friend, the Gelatinous Juggler was nearby and caught the eggs and started juggling them.  The Human Torch happened to be flying by and took a quick turn around the cascade of juggling eggs, which hard roasted them on the spot and Tall ate them then and there.  It was so nutritious that Tall grew so tall that he could reach all the way up to where the stars are and his arms went all around the universe.

Solomon wanted to spell the words for today’s story. We sat down at the computer and he told me to write: “B – S – A. What does that spell?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said. Then he spelled “S – A – B. What does that spell?” “Sab, or sahb.” “Is that real?” he asked. “Sahb means cry,” he said. And then the story took off from there.

It has to go sob, sob, sob, sob. Solomon sobs. [Why did Solomon sob?] Solomon was sad, of course. Because a horse. Because of a drorse. Because of a florse. It all goes only rhymes now.
The horse got bitten by a borse. But how did that make Solomon sob? The borse bit the horse and the horse bit Solomon. Then Solomon bit the horse for the horse bitting him. Solomon sobbed just right after the horse bit him. Now say the end.

I see a play structure and everything on our garden and I see other person’s garden and I see a tree and I see and I see every trees and stuff. Maybe a volcano will grow and it will shoot lava. Of course it will. Then maybe a volcano tree will grow. Maybe something harder than lava but not the sun. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe a snake will come. Poison would come. Snake come, poison come, jer jer jum. Maybe if it’s fun enough we can print it out. Everything turned into air. The end.